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Against all odds, the majority of the fanbase rooted for their engagement.
Wind Archer Cookie, rather begrudgingly, wore his wedding dress, complete with gloves, ballets, a string of pearls and a veil. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror.
“Why do I have to be the bride...? My graceful demeanour doesn’t equate to femininity.”
He muttered, clasping his gloved hands together.
"Oh well, anything for my dude. Even if it means sacrificing the cookie of whom I once was."
He sighed, running his gloved fingers through the string of pearls before walking out of the room. He carefully collected the bouquet of white roses as he left, veil trailing right behind him.
To be frank, he looked rather elegant in his attire.
Fire Spirit Cookie, on the other hand, donned his tuxedo, admiring himself in the mirror.
“Haha,”
He giggled, contenting with the time–
“I wonder how goofy my homie, Wind Archer, will look when I see him again at the altar.”
As they met at the altar, Fire Spirit burst out with laughter.
“Windy– You look HILARIOUS!… But blazing hot too!
He remarked sarcastically. He rolled on the floor laughing, as Wind Archer firmly clutched the bouquet in his hand, jaw clenched, his face flushed with humiliation.
“You’re lucky I didn’t bring my bow or arrows with me,”
He warned him, voice solemn now,
“Otherwise your chaotic charades wouldn’t have lasted long.”
After Fire Spirit’s fit of laughter ceased, he got up. The priest stepped in between the pair and then informed them,
“Express your everlasting compassion in the form of vows.”
Unsure of what to do now, Fire Spirit shared a momentary glance with Wind Archer- exchanging messages through looks, as if saying, “Are we cooked?” Wind Archer and Fire Spirit Cookie were in deep thought, contemplating about what they should say to impress one another.
Wind Archer felt like a fool, knowing full well that he just‐so-happened to forget to prepare a vow to cite to his soon-to-be husband– or rather, "huzzband". After all, you've got to respect the hustle of them having the guts to declare a WEDDING ceremony.
For a few seconds, it was an awkward scene– the atmosphere was thick with tension, until Wind Archer cleared the air proposing a thoughtful declamation,
“Fire Spirit Cookie- It is without a shadow of a doubt that you have always been there for me, ever since we were childhood mates. I believe that it is only right that...”
He subtly cringed at what he said next, hoping his message came out with good intent to his mate.
“We are bound together, for well... Life.”
An awkward expression was evident on his face, but melted into a more, seemingly sincere smile, diverting his gaze to to the crowd and back at Fire Spirit– he had to keep this promising stunt legit, after all.
Fire Spirit then mustered up the courage to cite his vow, goaded by his mate’s rousing speech,
“Wind Archer Cookie, after we are wed, I hope that we can live life to the fullest, not only as best buddies, but– as a couple.”
Fire Spirit visibly grimaced; no matter how subtle the message came across, it sounded a tad lewd. As the priest announced that they could swear their oaths, they did–albeit with reluctance.
“’Till death does us part,”
They both muttered in unison. The priest then announced,
“You may kiss... Or do whatever you heart desires most at this moment.”
Wind Archer opened his his arms wide, with confidence, bellowed,
“Bring it in!”
Fire Spirit, confused by his homie’s jovial demeanour, replied,
“Ehm... What?”
Attempting to put on a cheery attitude, adjusting himself to the suddenly joyous atmosphere. Wind Archer let out an exasperated sigh and whispered to him with a tone tinged with frustration,
“Dap me up, you nincompoop...!”
As Wind Archer and Fire Spirit approached each other, the crowd was cheering, or rather, ROARING with elate. Together, they clasped each others’ hands, and leaned in...
Patting each others’ backs. After that, they pulled away from each other, faces beaming with jubilance. Fire Spirit, amidst the loud crowd, commented,
“Welp, I guess that makes us married now.”
“Yeah.”
Said Wind Archer. However, he couldn’t help but think there was something amiss. He diverted his gaze onto the floor, thinking real hard now,
“What happens in a wedding that genuinely binds the couple together? Of course, the RINGS!”
He thought, finally cutting out of his thorough monologue. He tapped Fire Spirit Cookie’s shoulder and whispered to him, leaning closer,
“What about the rings?”
He asked. Fire Spirit appeared befuddled for a moment, before the thought came to him.
“OH, the rings-!” He exclaimed, loud enough to cause humorous jargon. “...Bring in the rings, if you will– please!”
He gestured to Wedding Cake Cookie, who was at the far corner of the ceremony.
“Glad you asked, I was growing worried you forgot!”
Answered Wedding Cake Cookie, attentively observing the crowd and soon-to-be engaged couple from afar. She ascended the steps, checking the ring boxes before giving them to Wind Archer and Fire Spirit respectively. Eyeing the box intently, Fire Spirit suddenly kneeled to Wind Archer, box open– gleaming ring in view, securely resting in his palms.
“W-willyoumarryme?”
Beckoned Fire Spirit, his pace of his voice quickened, not only quivering with fear from the daggers the crowd was staring into his soul, but excitement from possibly having to share a room with his best homie– like roomates!
Wind Archer, flabbergasted upon having witnessed such a picturesque proposal, accepted.
“Don’t let a mere stone define the love you yield towards me.”
Wind Archer commented. He cringed internally, reprimanding himself for trying TOO hard to please the crowd. He slipped the gold plated diamond ring in the ring finger of his left hand. He too, then proposed to fire Spirit Cookie, happiness brewing within his emerald eyes.
“Will YOU accept me for whom I truly am?”
Fire Spirit cookie humbly declined– yes, you heard that right, DECLINED. The crowd audibly gasped. Pin drop silence, the entire shebang. Wind Archer’s admirable gaze turned into a defeated glare, shaking his head subtly to express his disappointment– as his smile withered into a frown, his brows furrowed in dismay. Wind Archer presumed,
“Well, it’s DEFINITELY over–”
But suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted—
“SIKE!”
Fire Spirit hollered. The then silent crowd was now bustling with laughter, followed by a wave of applause. Wind Archer was relieved.
“Tricked you there, didn’t I?”
Chuckled Fire Spirit, glancing at Wind Archer and the crowd. He then swiftly collected the ring and proceeded to slide the silver ring into the ring finger of his left hand too. Safe to say there weren’t any objections that day.
To affirm their marital oaths, they played Mortal Kombat (probably a rip-off Cookie rendition), on console in their wedding outfits, trying not to rage every time the other took them down. The console session lasted an all nighter before they both slipped into separate beds in pyjamas, happy to be in a room, not only as friends, but as homies, forever bound by the will of light, brotherhood forged in stainless steel.